F.H. Meier, the city water man, reported to us this
week that he had done his part toward our notorious back alley. He
stopped the leak in the water pipe. We give him credit for this with
pleasure. The alley is still in serious condition, but little hope is
entertained for its ultimate recovery.
"Dr. Copenhaver has diagnosed its case as chronic
Rubbishitis, with complications and has prescribed a good working man
with a rake, hoe, and a shovel, accompanied by a good wagon and team,
following up with a good grader. Chronic Rubbishitis is catching."
Believe it or not this was printed in the November 15th
edition of the Aubrey Argus newspaper in 1924.
Well, Dr. Copenhaver if you are looking down on us
today, I’m sure you have noticed that your diagnosis of the streets in
Aubrey in 1924 was and still is accurate. "Rubbishitis"– Is it Rubb–i–shit–is
or is it Rubbish–itis?
Whatever the syllable pronunciation is doesn’t matter,
because both are pretty bad but very accurate. Sometimes the fumes
from the sewer pipes in the back alley back up in the drains and come
up into the store here – and the smell is like rubb–i–shit–is.
Another Aubrey businessman complained to the city and
they told him that there was no problem. Well it is no problem for the
city, because they don’t have to smell it. I would like to ask if it
is healthy for one to breathe the fumes of rubb–i–shit–is? Is it
healthy for small day-care children playing out on the playground to
have to breathe this rubb–i–shit–is? I should say not.
One day several weeks ago three people came in
complaining about sewer problems. All three had attempted to remedy
problems and were stopped by the city and instructed that they must
first purchase a permit from the city.
As for the pronunciation of rubbishitis, well all one
needs to do is drive around the streets of Aubrey to see this serious
condition for which little hope is entertained for its ultimate
recovery.
Some few cowards recently took the liberty to throw
rolls of bath tissue up in the trees and run and hide, because it is a
$200 fine (state law) to litter. I know the local officials are
enforcing the issue and if not, they should be because $200 dollars
will go a long way in the budget, but of course we don’t want to
offend anyone, so we can just look forward to the "tissue– itis".
History indicates that Aubrey was half native
Americans at about the time this 1924 article was printed; they were
not allowed to vote because they were not considered American
citizens. But you know, these same descendants are still around in the
Aubrey Area.
As Dr. Copenhaver is looking down, I am sure he
noticed Mr. Bill Coffey busy as a bee, tenacious as a spider, and
never tiring as an ant storing up food for the winter. Dr. Copenhaver,
please put in a good word for us poor old Aubrey folks and ask the
Good Lord God Almighty to send us some more people like Mr. Coffey.
And thank you Almighty for our history of local events
because it will serve as a gauge of our progress over the past hundred
years.
Instead of a photo this week, I want to show you the
newsprint as it appeared in 1924, just one year after the Aubrey
citizens voted to incorporate in order to illuminate such activities
we are still confronted with almost one hundred years later.